Welcome to the Broken House
Everyone here is broken in their own way.
Whether by their hand or another's
Everyone in this house will breakYou were born to a mother,
Broken in the heart
After years and years of seeing
Those she loved become broken tooAnd to a father,
Broken in character
From trying so desperately to become perfect so as to not pass down his curse.This is your birthright.
To be tattered in someway is your destiny
To find the fracture in you is your journey
This is your lifeYour brothers are broken too
Both in the mind
One by his own tilting hand
And the other from the hilt of anotherHow will you break?
Where is your limit?
Will you be broken in the mind like your brothers?
Or in the spirit like your father and mother?This is your destiny
You cannot escape it
It's best to just search for your path
And take itEveryone in this house has seen devastation
Or caused it
Everyone here was destined for scars
You includedThough this is the Broken House
Do not think that this is a broken family
Because despite everything
We are all broken together

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Weight of the World
PuisiMiscellaneous thoughts, poems, and reflections on anything in the world.